Why I’m not looking forward to the afterlife

The wildlife is playing Frogger as a squirrel and two chipmunks darted beneath the wheel of my minivan-turned-killing machine this month alone. Now that last week’s critter has finally blended in with the asphalt, I realize somewhere in the afterlife, I will have to do a lot of explaining to a fickle squirrel, two chipmunks, an unlucky possum, a dozen playful frogs and one very foolish bird.